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stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here’s a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, ’tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament⁠—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read⁠—
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar’s wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue. Fourth Citizen We’ll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. All The will, the will! we will hear Caesar’s will. Antony

Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
’Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it!

Fourth Citizen

Read the will; we’ll hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will, Caesar’s will.

Antony

Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
I have o’ershot myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb’d Caesar; I do fear it.

Fourth Citizen They were traitors: honourable men! All The will! the testament! Second Citizen They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will. Antony

You will compel me, then, to read the will?
Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

Several Citizens Come down. Second Citizen Descend. Third Citizen You shall have leave. Antony comes down. Fourth Citizen A ring; stand round. First Citizen Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Second Citizen Room for Antony, most noble Antony. Antony Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Several Citizens Stand back; room; bear back. Antony

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
’Twas on a summer’s evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii:
Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d;
And as he pluck’d his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow’d it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,
Quite vanquish’d him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey’s statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

First Citizen O piteous spectacle! Second Citizen O noble Caesar! Third Citizen O woeful day! Fourth Citizen O traitors, villains! First Citizen O most bloody sight! Second Citizen We will be revenged. All Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live! Antony Stay, countrymen. First Citizen Peace there! hear the noble Antony. Second Citizen We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him, we’ll die with him. Antony

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All We’ll mutiny. First Citizen We’ll burn the house of Brutus. Third Citizen Away, then! come, seek the conspirators. Antony Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. All Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony! Antony

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.

All Most true. The will! Let’s stay and hear the will. Antony

Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

Second Citizen Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death. Third Citizen O royal Caesar! Antony Hear me with patience. All Peace, ho! Antony

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs forever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

First Citizen

Never, never. Come, away, away!
We’ll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors’ houses.
Take up the body.

Second Citizen Go fetch fire. Third Citizen Pluck down benches. Fourth Citizen Pluck down forms, windows, anything. Exeunt Citizens with the body. Antony

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!

Enter a Servant. How now,
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